Control on the Continent

One must be a man to wear my hat
One must be cold-hearted to obtain my power
One must be a size 42 to wear my shoes
But he has to have his own pistol

Because you know what's stated in the will
And you know what's stated in the will
That the one who takes care of my Constanze
Gets my hat, gets my shoes, gets my extravaganza

Take control on the continent

And I ask to be well perfumed
I want to smell good when I finally go down
And I have sent out invitations myself
And I have a priest, a bell-ringer, it's total corruption

But all of this is stated in the will
All of this is stated in the will
And the one who takes care of my Constanze
Gets my hat, gets my shoes, gets my extravaganza

Take control on the continent

I see it before me, crawling towards me
See it before me, crawling towards me

Oh, my sister, oh, my sister, now I know who's the rat
Oh, my sister, oh, my sister, I heard everything you said by my coffin
Oh, Father Martin, oh, Father Martin, this is beginning to reek of gasoline
Oh, my Constanze, my Constanze, take my hat, take my shoes, take my extravaganza

Take control on the continent